Chapter 1

"Sit your fucking ass down!" hollered Tom Benson. "No son of mine pulls that kind of shit on me!" He slammed his fist at the table. "Lemme tell you something, young man, if you think-"

But it was no good. Charley was up and across the living room. His father could hardly believe his eyes.

Vera lunged forward, tried to stop him. "Listen to your father, Chuck. Please. For my sake." She begged him to listen.

Charley jerked his arm from her hand. "No, Mom, it ain't right. I'm tired of his storming around drunk and thinking he knows it all." He looked back, glared at his father, and opened the door. "What you gonna do now, big man?" He sneered and walked out. He didn't bother to shut the door behind him.

"Big fucking deal," shouted Tom Benson after him. "So you can run away and leave the door open!" He stepped to the frame. "Does that make you a big shot Charley? Eh?" He kicked the door, and it swung shut with a loud crack. "Fucking teenage ass-hole."

In her bedroom at the rear of the house Tina Benson buried her head in a pillow. She'd heard the squabble before, countless times. It always ended the same way, with her brother and her father in a rampage, the house an emotional shambles. She waited for a moment of total silence. Then she tentatively pulled her head out from under the pillow. She knew by the quiet that everything would be OK, at least for a little while. She went back to applying her make-up in the desk mirror.

"Lemme tell you something, Vera," said Tom in a much more reasonable voice, "that son of ours has got another thing coming if he thinks he can parade around here like Prince Charming and then give me a lot of bull."

"It wasn't all his fault," said Vera. She stepped away from the living room window. On her way to the table she retied her terry cloth robe. Still, much of her lovely shape could be been. The long V where the robe hung loose around her pendular breasts framed a sensuous portrait of mellow and soft flesh. When she leaned forward to pour herself coffee, Tom slid a hand onto her chest. "You still love me?" he asked with her tit cupped in his squeezing plam.

She looked down at his red face. The alcohol he drank had caused large veins to appear on his bulbous nose. His eyes looked slightly jaundiced, bloodshot and tired. He had a days growth of beard because he never shaved between Friday morning and Monday morning and it was, that night, Friday. There were cardboard gray sweat stains in his tattered white t-shirt, at the pits, on his chest. She could see the hairs underneath. He was asking her if she still loved him.

"You know," said Vera, taking hold of him by the wrist, pulling her boob out of his hold, "sometimes you make it hard for me."

In one quick move he grabbed the lapels of her terry cloth robe, and what once had been an open portal to the smooth skin of Vera's chest became the thing by which her husband nearly strangled her. He yanked her down into his face, close so that she could smell his breath, count the veins in his eyeballs. "You suck me off just to prove you love me, honey, and everything will be just fine."

He used his free hand to grab her by the nape of the neck. When he had a good hold he pushed her down to the floor.

She knew how to get onto her knees without hurting herself, the way he would like it. She waited for him to get his pants down. He didn't trust her, so it took time for him to both hold her by the neck and to pull his trousers off, too. But a minute later he had her face in his lap and his limp pecker ready.

"OK, " he ordered her, "go to it, Vera. You prove who's side you're on." He used both hands to hold her by the side of the face. "Come on," he said, pulling her brutally towards his prick, "get licking, honey. I haven't got all night."

She looked up at him and wondered if he knew how far gone he was. His pecker was so soft and he had had so much to drink that she wondered if he could even get an erection, let alone enjoy a blow job. But she knew that if she didn't get down on him there would be hell to pay.

"OK, Tom," she said. "I'm going to do it but-"

"You're God damn straight you're going to do it." He threw his head back-without letting go of hers-and cackled: "Fucking-a right you're going to do it!" His teeth were yellow and his laugh sounded ugly and vicious. When he looked back down at his lovely wife she was wetting her lips. "That's right, honey," he said. "I want it nice and juicy."

She looked up, smiled as best she could, and then opened her mouth. Had she told the truth, it would have been that she really did love him, but that she didn't like to be treated like an animal. But even so, the chance to suck his cock gave her a thrill. So she leaned into his nut nest and began licking. She used her long tongue on his open loins. She kissed the hairy insides of his thighs and he pressed her up against his dick.

"Come on, honey," grunted Tom, "get down into it."

She blushed, just from the feel of his long cock against her face, and tried as best she could to give it a good licking. He pulled her face back so that she could get at his still limp joint with her mouth. She finally had him slipping in and out of her open lips.

"Yeah, babe," he moaned. "Now you got the idea. Lick that dick of mine."

She used her tongue to wrap his hot cock with wet saliva. Soon his entire joint was wet and shiny. "You're getting hard," she said, letting his phallus fall out of her mouth.

"Don't bother with the commentary," he told her. "Just get me sucked up."

"Yes, Tom," she said obediently. Her pretty face was getting heated, blushing, because if he was mean to her, she loved to have hot prick to play with. She lifted her hands and supported the long pecker. He was not yet hard, but it looked like he soon would be.

She braced his flesh stick with one small fist. Her smooth palm rubbed against the slippery flesh of his joint. "It's going to be nice," she muttered between his legs. "It's going to be good and hard."

"You bet your fucking life it is," he said. He began to weaken. His hands wandered along the curve of her head, down through her silky sandy blonde hair. "Vera," he said, "I'm sorry if I was especially cruel to you." He combed her hair with his fingers and stopped at her smooth shoulders. Both hands held her there. "That's all right," she said, licking his pole one more time. "I understand."

"It's just that Charley really gets me mad sometimes," he confessed.

She gave his mushroom head a kiss with her puckered lips. "I know," she sighed. "It's such a shame that my two favorite men have to fight like that." She slid her hands up and under his buttocks.

Tom lifted himself off the kitchen chair. Vera's smooth palms landed under his ass cheeks. She now held him from underneath and his cock rested between her lips. He was firming up.

She used her tongue to lick the underside of his meat. "It's so soft and hot under here," she told him. One long lick ended at the head of his red joint. There she coiled her tongue around the ridge of the mushroom head.

"Oh, Vera, honey," he grunted, "that's nice header, babe." His hands squeezed her shoulders. He reached one hand down into her smooth chest. With hungry fingers he toured her large left breast. He searched for her nipple, found the erect flesh bud, tweaked it and moaned: "Mmmmmm."

"Yes, honey," she said, taking one hand out from under his ass and applying the agile, smooth fingers to his cock shaft so that she could support his prick while she spoke, "you have a nice firm pecker for me to suck on, don't you?"

"Is it getting firm?" he asked softly. Then he looked down. He was sobering up. "My," he said, "I didn't realize I was getting so hard. You like that, eh?"

"You bet I do," she said, livening up to her husband's hot meat. "It means you love me."

"Yes," he said, "it sure does." He looked from side to side wondering if anyone could hear him say such a thing: "I love you, Vera."

She was busily sucking his blooming hog into her face. She rubbed her lips back and forth across the sensitive head of his meat. The hand which she'd left behind under his ass cheeks began to work at the groove in his ass. She kneaded the hairy buttocks, and then she worked a finger into his bunghole. She stuffed a knuckle's worth of flesh up into his shit tube.

"Uuuuhhh," he groaned as Vera sucked his cock and reamed his ass-hole. Her free hand rolled his testicles, too. "Mmmmmm," she hummed on his rod. "Yum, yum, yum." She literally nibbled on the shaft of his hot cock. He grew bigger and bigger, so much so that she could hardly fit half of his monster organ in her face.

"It's big, eh?" he muttered in bucolic ecstasy.

"Very," was Vera's terse response.

"Yeah," he sighed. "So big that you could suck it all night long, huh Vera?"

"Yeah," she said. Then she hummed on his joint to make little vibrations shake the boner and travel the distance of his rod. The vibrations disappeared somewhere in his groin or in his rock hard nuts. "Hmmmmm," she hummed again and again. The sound waves went to work shaking his tense dick.

"Ahh," he cooed, totally relaxed now. "That's what I call good suck."

Vera let loose of the base of Tom's joint. With that hand she untied her robe and slipped out of it while she continued to suck on his hog. When she was fully undressed, the robe had fallen around her waist, she leaned up against him and took his prick out of her mouth. She rubbed her naked chest up against the underside of his joy stick. She used her sweetest voice to ask him: "You like that, honey?" She pressed her big soft bosoms against the sides of his shaft. His cock rode up close to her chin. "Is it good like that?"

"Yeah," he muttered, leaning his head back and not bothering to watch. "I like it all, babe. It's all good for me." He sat in the kitchen chair getting the best treatment she could give him. "I like to give you this kind of a rub," said Vera. "It makes me feel good, too."

Vera's chest had blushed crimson, and now her face was going rosy, too. She was getting hot, almost despite herself. She wondered what she would do to satisfy herself. It looked like Tom, no matter how big his cock was going to be, would not take responsibility. She continued to rub against his stiff penis, hoping that maybe she would get her fair share of hot pleasure, too. She could feel juice begin to leak in her twat.

Then, suddenly, Tom said: "Come on, let's get down on the floor." He pushed her away from his point. She pulled her legs out from under her so that she could go down for him. On the cold kitchen linoleum, with a part of her terry cloth robe for a pillow, he spread her out.

"Open up that cunt, honey," he said, sliding down on her body. He had his pants down, but that was all. He still had his shoes on, his t-shirt on. When he laid down against her nude chest she slid her hands, beginning at his buttocks, up along his back. She rubbed his sweaty shoulders and then worked back down to his ass cheeks.

"I can't find your God damn pussy," he swore. "Where the fuck-"

She reached down and took his prick in her hand. She used the base like a handle and pressed him into her wet, flesh breach. "There," she said, still not letting loose even though the head of his meat was between the folds of her gushing cunt. "Can you feel it?"

"Of course I can feel it," he said.

But she didn't think that he could. He was still too drunk to really land his cock inside her tube. So she pushed his penis down in by manipulating the thick base. She guided his pecker the way she would have guided a plastic dildo. "Ahhh," she sighed, lifting her knees when he was firmly entrenched in her slippery tube, "you're in, Tom. You're in."

"Yeah," he said a little sloppily.. "I'm in. I'm in your fucking twat."

"Yes, darling. Isn't it nice?" She pushed her hips up into his crotch. Now that he had got her going, she didn't want to let go of her chance. After all, she hadn't asked to be heated up and made ready for the sex, but now that it was happening, even if he couldn't manage it, she wanted to take a go at getting a good, healthy orgasm. So she rocked her smooth pelvis and hairy pussy up around his flesh stick with the thought that just maybe, despite his drunkenness, she might be able to get a decent fuck out of her husband.

"You're hot," he observed as Vera wrapped her smooth loins around his face. "Vera, you're fucking hot!"

"Yeah, honey," she said. "That's right."

"How about that?! " he moaned. "I'm drunk and she's god damn fucking hot!"

"Mmmmm," she hummed, spreading her thighs so that more of his meat would slip and slide between her twat lips. "I'm hot."

He reared back and slammed his pecker into her cunt. "How's that, honey? Good and hard enough ? "

"Ooooh, yes," she grunted. But the fact was that he was considerably weaker from the drinking he'd done than he admitted. So his flying leap was really just an average thrust, and Vera's cunt took no special pleasure from his supposedly virile thrust. She wondered if she would be getting the fucking she deserved.

"Vera, honey," he groaned, "I think I'm gonna be coming in a minute."

"Oh, no, darling," she begged him, "you have to wait for a minute. You have to wait just a little while, Tom, just until I get a little hotter."

"Fuck you," he said, rocking his hips on her smooth pelvis. "You just keep those pussy muscles good and tight." He jammed his poker in and out of her for three solid strokes. Then he came.

"Oh, God," she sighed, the jism giving her a unique pleasure. She could feel the sperm, what there was of it, crawl up her slick tube. Then the orgasm was over. "I wish you wouldn't drink," she whispered in his probably deaf, drunken ear. "It would be so much better if you didn't drink, honey."

He was nearly asleep on top of her. They lay like that for a moment or two on the kitchen floor. The light was yellow and bright. She could see the wood cabinets, some of them open, a few of the dishes stacked on the sink. She wondered where her son had gone.

Tom's prick shriveled inside her pussy. He was getting soft already. Perhaps he was asleep and drunk and passed out on top of her.

Vera lowered her legs. Tom's joint slipped out of her hole. "Oooh," she sighed tearfully, "that's such a waste."

"What?" asked Tom, clearly not with it at all. He slid off her body in a stupor.

Vera looked down at her own smooth legs. There was jism dripping down one thigh. Some of his orgasm had missed her cunt all together. She wondered to herself how she had expected him to satisfy her. Her heart thudded against the inside of her chest. She was still hot and lusty, horny for more hot cock in her pussy tube. She wanted more sex, more fucking, more sucking. She rolled Tom over on his back. He was a big man and it wasn't easy to do. But even then, with his legs spread and his cock easily available to her, Vera couldn't bring herself to play with it. She pulled up his pants as best she could. She even tried to wake him up and put him on the couch. After a while she gave up.

A few minutes later Tina showed up in the kitchen doorway. "He passed out, eh?"

Vera looked up from where she sat on the floor of the kitchen next to her ornery, dozing husband. "Yeah," she said not looking directly at Tina, "he passed out."

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" asked Tina.

Vera didn't look at her daughter. She knew that the teenage girl could understand the problems they were having. She wondered if maybe Tina would be able to avoid such problems in her own life. "I don't know," she said. She pulled her terry cloth robe around her legs. She was still hot and horny, but she didn't want Tina to have to think about any of that.

"You go on out, darling, the way you planned. I'll take care of your father. Go on now, and have a good time."

"You want me to help you get him into bed?"

"Well, maybe just to the couch," said Vera. She took Tom Benson by the arms. "Can you get his feet?"

Tina leaned down and took her father's feet. When she leaned forward Vera noticed that Tina had her own full chest with big ripe nipples that were budding like cherries. Her teenage daughter had already turned into a fully developed woman.

They had Tom close to the couch when he suddenly woke up. "What the hell is going on here?" he grumbled, wriggling free of their loose grips. Then he climbed on his own onto the couch where he passed out again and soon began snoring.

"Well," said Tina, combing back a lock of her sandy blonde hair, I better be going, Mom, if I'm going to get to sport's night on time."

"You go ahead," said Vera, tying off her robe again. She noticed her daughter's full chest again, and her long legs. Even under the loose blouse it was plain to see that Tina had the lovely breasts of a nubile high schooler. She wore neat white shorts that showed off her finely sculpted, shapely tanned legs, too. Her bobby socks were rolled down so that even her ankles were plainly visible to anyone interested in a complete view. "Will you be OK? " she asked her mother.

"Oh, sure," said Vera. "You go ahead now. When your father wakes up I'll make him some coffee and he'll apologize and we'll make up. He's really not the ogre he makes himself out to be. Go on now, darling, you have a good time."

Tina gave her mother a winning smile, and then she left.

Vera had hidden her true feelings. She sat down in the kitchen chair and spread out her legs. She stared at her husband while she stroked her hot loins. She was still hot and lusty from the earlier sexual contact. She wanted to have for herself just one small, quick orgasm. She felt for sure that if she could get her finger going inside her twat at just the right angle, for just a few accurate strokes, she could get her clit hard and twitching.

So she spread out her thighs and rubbed the smooth skin between her legs. like her teenage daughter she had smooth ample loins. Her bush was a slightly darker color blonde than the hair on her head, and this mousy hair was wet with fresh ease juice and sperm. She slid her finger down into the hole below and searched out her clit.

"Uuuuhhh," she moaned softly out loud as she found the firm little piece of sex meat. Chills crawled up her legs under her robe. Her thighs went momentarily cold, then hot and moist with the surge of sexual energy which had originated in her hot wet twat. Her skin tingled.

She used her other hand to pull, to tug, and to tweak her full titties. She pinched her nipple on her right tit and let out a small squeak. Her finger-fuck masturbation was well underway. While she manipulated her clitoris and pulled and rubbed her breasts, she stared across the room at her husband's jism covered, sticky limp pecker. It looked like a fat flesh worm. She longed for it to be hot and stiff, like a big bone, and then, she fantasized, she would sit on top of that flesh joy prong and slide up and down on it inside her twat. While she thought things like this, she flicked her middle finger up and down against the slippery erect clitoris inside her twat tube.

. She began to breath heavier and faster as her fantasies about having a big joy stick inside her took on color. She imagined her husband's dick being as stiff as a rock, the way it was when they first married. She wondered, secretly, what it might be like to be young again, to fill her pussy with a feverish flesh tool like her son's, for example.

After all, she thought to herself as she pushed and pulled at the slippery insides of her honey pot, she was still considered by her friends and many men to have a lean supple body. There were men her boy's age who often told her that they could not believe that she had a son sixteen and a daughter fifteen. It was only natural, as she masturbated herself, that she think about a hot young cock penetrating her hungry wet pussy.

The more she fantasized, the more the juice gushed from her hole. She spread her legs wider, even propped up one knee by putting her foot on the seat of an adjoining chair. She continued to finger fuck herself. The lusty heat glowed in her blushing pelvis.

Suddenly, the front door to the living room swung open. Luckily Vera had her back to the door. She jerked her hand out of her twat and pulled her robe over her legs. Startled and momentarily frightened, she swung around with a fearful look on her face.

"Don't be afraid, Mom," said Charley, "it's only me." He could see from the look in his mother's eyes that she was surprised by his sudden reappearance.

"Oh, Chuck," she sighed with relief, "you scared me."

"I know, Mom," he said, closing the door softly with a wary eye to the couch where his father lay in an alcoholic stupor. He whispered the rest, tip toed to her side: "I didn't want to leave you alone for very long with Dad. He was in some state tonight." Charley sat down alongside his mother at the dining room table.

"Yes he was," said Mrs. Benson. She stared for a moment at her husband. His cock was laying exposed. She excused herself for a moment and took a blanket from the back of the couch and covered him. When she came back to sit next to her son she said: "He gets a little carried away sometimes." They were both blushing.

"Yes," said Charley. "That's putting it mildly."

"By the way," she said, still a little distracted from the delightful finger-fucking she'd been giving herself, "I thought you were right about what you said. I mean I think your Dad was wrong."

"Awe, Mom, you don't have to say things like that. I know how you feel."

She liked his young voice, his long dark hair-curly the way his father's once was-and she ran her hand through the thick locks at the back of his head. "I'm not just saying that, Chuck," she told him. "I really do mean it. After all, you're a grown man now and if you decide to go out with this or that girl, well, it's your business."

"He was jealous," said Charley with a keen insight. "That's why he was angry at me. Sue's a pretty girl and Dad knows it."

"Yes," admitted Vera, "that's probably what it was." A thought flashed through her mind, a picture of herself and her son rolling nude alongside a babbling brook. She blushed and looked away.

"Mom?" said Charley. "You OK? You're all red?"

"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "I was just thinking about-" She stopped midstream. She saw her son's cock-in her fertile imagination-piercing her vagina; he straddled her from above and jammed his huge, young pecker, which she hadn't seen since he turned fifteen, down into her open and greasy cunt. "Oh, my," she muttered. "I just can't seem to cope."

"What is it?" he asked her. "Are you worried about something, or what? You keep looking away and turning red, Mom. What is it?" He put his hand on her thigh and shook her. "Mom? You still there?"

She snapped out of it and took his hand in her own. She lifted it up to her face and rubbed her cheek against the back of his arm. "I'm just tired, Charley. Your mother's just a little tired." She kissed the back of his hand.

"Maybe," said Charley, glancing over her shoulder to where his father lay and then looking back at her, "maybe it's something more." He, too, blushed. His eyes went momentarily glassy.

She turned and looked at him. Mother and son were only inches apart. Their faces were heated, red, blushing. Charley swallowed hard. Vera smiled and her lips parted. "Yes," she said in a lusty whisper, "yes, it's something more." She reached slowly toward his young muscular thigh. Her hand slid up to his crotch and squeezed the knot of blue-jean and zipper that could only be his penis.

"Oh, Mom," said Charley, "I don't know if-"

"I know for a fact," she said not letting go and looking over her shoulder to be sure that her husband continued to snore, "that we shouldn't." She tugged on the flesh knob between her son's legs. "It feels nice, Mom," he whispered, "but,. "

"Don't worry," she said softly as she rubbed the bulge, "I've seen your father like this before, and he'll sleep for hours. We're virtually alone." She smiled and brought her other hand along side his other leg. Now both palms slid slowly back and forth between her son's legs. She looked from his face to his crotch and back at his face again. "Do you like that?" she asked.

"Sure I do," he said. "But what about Tina? What if she-"

"She just left for sport's night," Vera reminded him. "She won't be back for hours." Her two hands arrived at his balls. She spread his legs and leaned down to get a better grip. Her tits fell forward, out of the loose lapels of the terry cloth robe.

"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Mom!"

She looked down at the source of her son's excitement. "You like my tits?" She removed one hand from his crotch in order to palm her breast. She lifted the titty up to his face, leaned close enough that if he wanted he could suck on the erect, cherry red nipple. "Go on," she said, "kiss it a little. Suck it."

His eyes filled with lust. They turned to shiny glass and he leaned forward with his tongue protuberant between his lips. The tip of his mouth muscle brushed the tip of his mother's red, glowing nipple. Then his puckered lips surrounded the tubular flesh bud, and he sucked up a full mouthful of her fine breast. She even had to remove her hand in order to permit him more of her luscious tit flesh.

"Oh, yes, Charley, this is the way it should be!" she groaned. "Your father used to know how to do it, but not any more. Now it's all gone. It's all up to you, Charley. Just you and me." She used both hands to rub the crotch of his pants while he continued to suck on that one titty. He'd since lifted his hands and fingers in order to get a good hold on the luscious full titty. He held it like a baby bottle and kneaded the flesh while his tongue circled, licked and swabbed the hot brown cap and bud. "That's just right, Charley," Vera said as she massaged his groin, "just the way it ought to be."

For a moment the snoring on the couch ceased. Tom Benson's heavy breathing fluttered, and he rolled sideways. Charley's heart stopped altogether, as did his active tongue. He dropped his mother's tit and pushed her hands out of his lap. Finally his father settled back to sleep with his face to the back of of the couch.

"Come on," said Mrs. Benson with a smile and an outstretched hand, "Let's go someplace a little more conducive to love making."

Reluctantly, her son reached up and took Vera's hand. He followed her into the bedroom at the back of the house. "Are you sure, Mom, that this is a good thing to do ? " he asked her on the way there.

"Of course," she began, "if you'd rather not."

"It's not that I don't want to," he said, "but what if Dad wakes up, or what if sis comes home? It'll be a real mess then, won't it?"

"I'll take care of everything," she said. Loosening the tie around her robe, she fell to her knees in front of him. "Let your mother take care of absolutely everything!"